The Last Thoughts of a Busy Mind

Memories of someone who one considers important to their journey through the highs and lows of life, can sometimes be looked at through rosy-tinted glasses or through a haze of emotions that once fooled one into feeling a connection. But what if that is not the truth or at least it's only part of it? That is why there's need to sometimes look at those memories and look at those human beings with a...

The voice you heard, once upon a time, is back yet again and this time with a tale of woe. To a mind that is trying hard to express itself, obsession is an unwelcome but always present companion. To express means to relief one's brain of burden; and to keep quiet means building more and more structures out of a subject that might not require that much thought. To obsess, oh, what a miserable exist...

This episode has me sitting and talking with one of my closest friends, Amir Reza. We met a while ago online, and even though our physical interactions have been very limited, he is one of the people who knows about me and my life the most. So we talk about video games, our shared fear of death, Amir Reza's cat and our lives as perpetually single bachelors with anxiety issues. P.S. this was our fi...

When a journey ends, is it truly the end? Or is it just the beginning of a journey to a new destination? Life is an unpredictable monster, and new sensations bring new obsessions. One can easily stay within their confines, or one can begin something anew. Maybe a new hobby? Maybe a new gift? Maybe a new way of life? One can only know, when one tries.

When one is enthralled by an experience, it is not uncommon to want and recreate that in another form; maybe even as experiences for others. Thus begins the imagination of something grand, brought upon by the virtue of "Sid Meier's Pirates", and taking form into an idea for a series of unlikely mechanics and underdeveloped ideas.

How can one define strength? The amount of context and the amount of different sources of pressure on a brain at any given moment is so vast that to define strength seems impossible; and yet the human brain tries to define it at any given moment. Is one truly weak? Or is it the accumulation of many moments of weakness in succession? Is one truly strong? Or is luck playing a bigger part than it con...

The human brain works in mysterious ways. It requires accolades and praise to feel that rush of good emotions; but at the same time when it gets them it falls back on many insecurities to achieve one goal. That goal being proving that the one the brain controls is an imposter. When world seems out of order, when one tries and nothing is gained; one has to ask the odd question: is there some validi...

Idle hands are the devil's workshop, so to keep them busy it's better to work on one's own workshop. The act of finding, enjoying and doing a hobby, is one of the most enjoyable pastimes that humanity has created for itself. It gives a weary mind who might lack creative force something to focus on, and it gives way to creating something beautiful and majestic, if not completely personal.

Disorders. Disruptions of normalcy, or merely manifestations of genetic memory? Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, whatever the root, disorders are a part of the life for many a human. Everyone have their own brand of disorders that do their job to destroy their routine, to some extend even make life obsolete. This is a tale of two disorders, and one man's brain.

Music, in its core, is a subject of passion. The music that one listens to can define their view on the world, the rhythm of their life and the magnitude of their failures. So with something so close to passion, it's inevitable that the question of "taste" is more than prominent. The music taste takes so many forms, and brings on so many judgments; it makes groups, and makes isolation.

Loneliness is a condition too familiar to many a modern person. To be alone, almost seen falsely as a virtue, is a curse that riddled the life of many greats and many smalls, and the effects of which can break a soul or leave a scar so deep that healing seems unbearable in and of itself. Loneliness is the curse, that bewilders and beguiles; and brings that outspoken question: Why?

The world is full of broken promises, from one to another, from one to a group, and even from one to themselves. So when one comes back to a world that they left behind so many time just to enjoy one of the last remnants of a genre slowly dying out, fulfilling a promise is merely that chocolate syrup on top of a pretty good sundae. The syrup that would be missed, if it wasn't there.

When a new year approaches, it's finally time for one to look back at all that happened and to plan for all that is yet to happen. Maybe the blind optimism, or maybe the conditioning of looking at something somewhat new is the reason, but the association of all the misery with a particular number on a calendar is a tradition; one that a broken mind can look forward to with some degree of excitemen...

Sleep is more than just a great equalizer for the brain to gather all incoherent thoughts into a line and create coherence; sleep is also the guardian of the gate to the unwanted and unnerved thoughts that are safeguarded during the day. So when sleep is weak, it gives way to all kinds of craziness being free. The results? Something incoherent for sure, but also may contain that old nuggets of loo...

Acting is often one of those most discussed topics of a movie production. With many different schools of thought in how it should be presented or appreciated, it's no wonder that for many people acting is something so inherently interesting. But what does acting mean to someone who is not one? What is that passionate profession for someone without passion? How does one prepare, if one isn't an "ac...

The stench of a politician, the gagging sensation of witnessing a lobbyist, and the disgust of reviewing politics. No matter how much one despises those foul feelings, politics remains there; always glaring like a hungry beast. So in some instances, there needs to be a confrontation. One last punch, before leaving the beast and keep running.

Musicals are such a grand form of art. They mix the joy of music and song, with the storytelling fit for a king, and they reach that harmony of creating something out of this world. Imagine, if you will, the grandeur of Musicals through a whole month; the joy, the rhythm, the stories, simply said, the musicality. What's not for anyone to enjoy? Download the PDF here: https://drive.google.com/file/...

After some time apart, the voice you heard once is back again; and it's here to adhere to a promise long into making. A comedy show from half a century ago, revisited through modern eyes. Will it find a new home in the annals of comical genius? Or will it be yet another relic of the past that carry the rather unfortunate stench of its era? Will the laughter outpace the date? All and more will come...

For every beginning, there is an interlude. For every sequence, there is a transition. For every note, there is silence. Here is that interlude, that transition and that silence. The final step, and yet the very first one. The end of an era, but with the promises of a new one. Goodbye, and hope to see you all soon for the start of a new beginning, for the first frame of a new sequence, and the fir...

From two corners of a vast country, from two different cultures, two different races, two different dialects, two men were born and two men had families. In Isfahan, an illiterate baker working day and night in the vicinity of literal fires to bake sweet treats for people of all ages who relied on him for their daily bread; and in Tabriz, a highly skilled doctor who resolved people's daily ailment...

As a creature of habit, to move from a situation to another can be startling; or maybe even worse, it can be a burden on a broken psyche. To experience that sadness seems like a logical step in dealing with mortality; but the result, whether logical or illogical, can remain a thorn in one's side and bring one to their knees, wishing for an ear or an eye to witness them. To remain alone in the mids...

The tool that is used more often than any other, and has the ability to shape one's thought and one's feelings through its use and misuse. A truly powerful invention of the mankind, designed to control and to liberate. From "Look Onto My Work, Ye Mighty" to "Quoth the Raven: Nevermore", language has been there for the human since birth through death. But what if one lives in an unharmonious parado...

The weight of standing on your feet all day, clutching a bunch of crumbled papers they so meticulously numbered from "AD-270" to "ZX-740"; and your information written on them time after time, only to be told that what you prepared is insufficient and you need to go through the pain all over again. That is the essence of paperwork, that is the true core of bureaucracy. It's an enemy to comfort, an...

Bob Dylan once said "We Live In a Political World", and as much as one tend to stray off the cesspool of political discussions, it seems like there's no way to avoid it fully. One of the avenues where politics show its ugly head, is in relation with art. What is art's place in politics? Or what is politic's place in arts? Is art nothing more than a political agenda for the artist? Or is art in and...

They say it is the fate of each and every member of the human race to remain alone; that loneliness is hereditary and there's no escape from it. Though they fail to mention that even with the possibility of a kernel of truth within those words, humanity does not need to go through his loneliness without accompaniment from those who one calls "friends". Friends are there to share the journey, and f...